Moments of poetic visuality

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2011-09-28T08:54:00.001-07:00

.....................................................................Sept, 29th, tomorrow

Dear …Gratitude,

I’m writing this letter so far away from you. Isn’t this stick nice? It’s made of hickory. Your father loved spirit wood. Are you well? I can’t rest easily now. The corn grows behind the house, I hear it even when it’s far away from me. I hope this harvest will be better than the last.
typing letters…how foreign. White man’s invention. Not always safe in the husk of my skin. The soil is different now.
Do you recognize my shawl…It’s now become my flag….When I saw the photo I realize what we’ve become. Do I wear it proud? I am now the hunter you were once meant to become! I miss your Father’s heart, he’s with the great spirits…remember them?
Do you still wear moccasins? Probably not! Nothing is as it should be. School must be hard for you? Will that new face make you proud? Never forget your people, it’s who you really are! <+>
I know now I’ve made a mistake to offer you, my precious pearl to the smelly man’s schools. I’ve seen the others…the one’s returning from the same place where you are now. I saw into old woman Crow’s heart.
How she washed her family’s clothes at the river bank…the dirt of earth from her people mixing as it always has with the current, brown into blue. but when she lifted her son’s shirt with white buttons, we saw the ghost white sail…it blew a mysterious vision of what our future offer’s our people. She laughed and said, “It’s not dirty,” & displayed it to all of us! We touched it, & agreed.
…it was so funny in a bizarre way. Other mothers pulled out their white treasures too, waving their new white linen chaos for all to see! We stared into White’s confusion cloud…What have we allowed our son’s & daughters to become? One teared. And then a howl like I haven’t heard in a long long time. A howl from another place, another world. Even I began to howl like a coyote (Kai-Yote).
When you return you won’t speak our tongue anymore. Spirits of freedom…gone.
The corn is laughing…inside my skin.
And now I eat my laughing corn. I offered you, to them, the harvest of Our people’s stalk. But in return all I hear is this typewriter pecking like greedy hen who can’t get enough & doesn’t give a damn about this beautiful Earth she walks on!

Have they cut your beautiful black hair too?

Don’t look into their looking glass. They want you to believe that they’ve cut your spirit in half. You are more than an image in a photograph, throw away their looking glass & their beliefs of who you are. Be that great warrior that your voice wants you to be. Only then will you come home & I can once again be nourished by the corn of the land. Then I will spit on their typewriter which pecks mockingly over the grave of our ancestors & the corn they gave.

Love,

Mother Creek

YARD BIRDS

2011-06-15T09:16:00.000-07:00

(Mona, James, Lillie, Nora)

Today was the day

They shot poor James away.

Bright Monday morning

I heard them say

“Raise your rifles,

Prepare to fire…”

Moustache hard as nails

Gives orders plain as day

Moments left

Memories cursed on shadows shaft

Words echoed…

As cart mournfully passed

Sad hoofs barely touch

Off beat lonely

Cobblestone road

Young men, some Irish

Descendents sworn

Looked down barrels of hell scorn

Monthly wage,

money to mother

This time letter without ink feather

Order to “Fire!”

Now wisht to forget

As bullets

turned off birds chirps.

Blown away…

In Proud suit of Erin green.

Blown away…

Thirst of knowledge

Un-synched bullets

Blown away…

His Lillie, irony of words

(…beau…ti…full life!)

Words now just words, pasted on her tears.

Blown away…

Dreams and ideals

WWl raged incessant in distance yonder.

Not far away

Tattered banner

Streaks of red:

We will not serve

King or Kaiser!

“Fire ..!”

Orders waxed soldiers ears

…And another bird

Flew away.

Past echoes

in a cruel yard,

streams of sun

Now filled the court

with living dead.

Mona crashes through his chair

knocks Connolly out of air

"Daddy, daddy, look the light is everywhere!"

Exhailing he exclaims, Our boat has finally come in,

& this time you've arrived

"fitting!" Circles odd, now complete.

No scars of your burns!

Soldiers smoke fleeting

fathom sillhouettes.

Strange wings fluttering, seen

dancing on happy edge of no regret.

You

2010-10-04T05:50:00.000-07:00

Today I saw...

the most beautiful person,

in

the

world...

Spirit & Hope

2010-09-23T07:14:00.000-07:00

Never lose spirit, never lose hope
Trivialities of life will test your rope.

So make it strong
Your belief & your work.

Anything else will fool you,
but they're OK too!

For they'll now be grist of mill.
In the end it's the work that is your hill.

Illusions of my delusions
tap of my sea.

Undulation

2010-09-15T08:24:00.000-07:00

Tonight the waves undulate
& I take a ride
to moonlit waters, bounce of sea.
Where the motion will release me.

The hollow of my far off ground
cracks of vessel I now can see.
The beauty of mysterious sounds
Poetic air that I follow.

Last night a man died, hadn't hit fifty
forgiveness letter to gift his God
forever gone now to cancer swallow.

I walk past John Lennon, the thoughts of imagine
A woman too, she walks by, so enthralled is she

No clouds for me too take it all in...

Hum of traffic play of drone
I take it & begin steer of hum
for all the people living as one
wough, hou, who...

The man on the corner, they call him last night's fun.
Hasn't risen, he's on far off drift

I do not feel
& the people...
multiple of shoes pass him swift.
He looks like an onion someone forgot to peel.
Inside there's a pearl, a dim of light.
If you could only imagine...then the world may become just a little bit more bright!

& I drift through my wave...
the undulation, bounce of sea.

A marycigarettes song

2010-09-14T06:15:00.000-07:00

Nobody Really Knows...

Inbetween

2010-09-12T06:53:00.000-07:00

InBetween

Oh that beauty queen, thief of night

daddy long legs, spiders that I've seen.
Yet, she is eloquent, her pose right out of Godard

The hairdresser/ stylist/ make-up fitter, marvelous smile in-between.

Action! Lights! The chomp of Jean-Luc's cigar
like Kubrick their inhale holds a might of rock amidst ashes all aground.
to exhale a package of fog & cosmic stars
& through it all, super models with flash of bulbs light cross-cut of sound

Master Godard pick-up-stix
edit re-define distorting sound of unordinary extraordinary bend
Colors like runway models jump & put you in some transfix.
Underlining messages bob on serendipity sea which never ceases to its end

Gladiator dollars wrestle with Gods, erect their Mercedes obelisk .
A million to put it up & one more to take it down
Hollywood stars jump out of seat, just to be Chic

the Rise of clock works orange Moderne Rome will fall, ashes tomorrow forgotten edit ground.

...And the clouds of imagination drift in...I...
go out & read my newspaper...somewhere inBetween & smile!

Stretched Out Fur

2010-09-09T05:59:00.000-07:00

Strobe of fur-lined light, golden & warm
My eyes dance in his delight.

Cat in Hat riddles my brain.
Mouse killer of my night

Kingdom Kong this castle is his.
Bellies full, he's on shut-eye break.

Wrong move he'll spring for jugular, just a muse.
He loves to play, sure he does!

Better not touch his things!
Just a warning, you won't want to feel his nails!

I stand there transfixed in time...
My guts rolled out on my tongue.
Light slashing geometry weird shapes
harsh upon my face.

And to think I raised him
to set upon those cute babies.
Beady eyed creatures with long curve of tails.
Ghastly! That's what civility of citizens lay!

I stand there frozen in time...
erect monument, obelisk hard on shaft
standing over my headless creature...

I'll name him "Ben."

Temporary tombstone marker,
that's all I am,
to my little strung-out friend.

The strobe of furlong light
now has lost it's gleam & charm.
All is hard and white...
even the gray creature whose head
is nowhere in sight....

I bend down with black hearse
fireplace shovel in marked hand.
Meticulous scoop, remove from lacquered floor.
Then spit & wipe planks of maple wood,
while the blaguard dreams
of his well done beautiful chore.

The noise of my deed, & his...
is done!

Nobody Really Knows

2010-09-08T09:49:00.000-07:00

Sever prostitute dollars, courtesan I'm none.
The blur of my words. Catalytic converter, spiritual instrument of my body.
The great sinner is truly my saint.
Seaweed of love, into sea I dive.
Larynx conscious ...to seek your source,
...Greco, Dostyevsky, they all spoke.
Let my cinema forever poor remain.

Irony fire burns my stage. Myth of invention
lead chambers of inspiration...
breathe my hell, taste my sweat.
Lines or dots, arrows may lie...
Nobody knows, so just
forge your way.
Your own way,
however that may be....

Gold Rush

2010-08-13T06:32:00.000-07:00

To search through my pain
or pan au chocolait
The counter I hold like boy scout
post. To serve them all for a dollar or more.

Who kills the art woefully in me?

That soul filled dollar called responsibility.

In their car she stood out there
Thirty she begged. My art is for sale!
The Christian collage, her belief is small.

Every minute is precious
Do you do it for placard
Will dollars equate freedom my friend?

To commit like Van Gogh, to walk
through flat fields of your painting. The
world is abit off kilter. So is mine

& I feel uncomfortable balance in my wing.
Like Johnny Cash will I bare & grit to walk my line?
The minutes are precious
use wisely or fall into wasteland.

the muck & cesspool
torrid souls swim there For a sandwich & a dime.
What will you make to trade your time.

The answer lay not in the line of a rhyme
but in the start. Remember?
Your heart! Not fame & riches or glory stories
but crystals of magic that set it off! Way back when.

Every dollar you make & spend should drip
on the canvas to reflect mysterious soul to reveal through you
like blotches so pure, always exposed.

Candid lies pretense, so called honesty
makes no sense. Mistake fools gold

Dive in my friend, dive in!
The water is cold!

Bayer

2010-08-13T05:59:00.000-07:00

Oh Fritz ter Meer
Those magic pills. A dose, one or two
I'm sure they'll do.

In your Nazi button suit.

The experiments at Aushwitz
No pain to inflict, they will
die anyway. That's what you said!

No pain! you refer, sounds numb.
Did you administer your favorite
Bayer, a pill or two? (I doubt it!)

The game is out
to Nuremberg. Imagine
the trial they set for you.

The iron cross you stroke
Secrets torturous & dark
lie in the breast of bandages your gestapo wrinkled pressed suit.

Arsenic, chemicals..., the list goes on
the gas chambers I'm sure your hand was in.
To think! Slap on your wrist! Did it hurt?

Promotion of crime
Bayer billions waited for you,
With their loving open tattoos. The swastikas in you.

Behind closed doors
I wonder what salutes you all proudly gave
The orders of their wicked mind chamber jars.

A scholarship they named after you
Pills of politicians
what connections & promises you must have weighed.

Genetics disease, natures bees
& the bats white nose disease.
What about dead children lying in Peru!

The stocks shoot Novocaine through
Your Heroin will numb us all
like horses kept up in stable

Above board & under table.
Profits sly as a devil
A bottle of Bayer will do.

The pharmaceutical we support
to drug induce our conscious state.
We are no better when we buy from you.

To open a bottle
the camps scream
while you count & experiment

it's just another day
on your assembly line
ghastly ghost called Bayer

Swallow your pill. The numbing will never, never do!

The souls you stole
Stuffed jars of Bayer. The pain you numb
No conscious for the screw in you.

The gray boat of your existence, company
floats the numb of your hum
Poison white cross stain.

Bayer... nerve gas you love...Baye..drift off..Ba..the foam you froth!

Edit

2010-08-11T07:01:00.001-07:00

To edit my words
from kingdom of Kong
To wonder & stare
the hair on your neck, naked & bare

Like Chaplin, they edited
his stilted cane walk
Took away his green card
Two horns to pose improvise showman now dark & hard

Stalin & Castro caterpillars intersect
Brick walls & Cuban missiles
To fear poets & homosexuals
the edit torture of prison bars intellectuals

How smart we look
stinky finger on button prick
abhor suit like monkey bowl salad
Chives neat proper tomatoes (ma not may, English accent please!)

Green eggs & ham
to jump these pages of truth
edit loud or silent scream
You are no better than a Nazi regime.

Bottle of Johnny!

2010-07-28T06:52:00.000-07:00

Nickel bags, doped up kids
We sat in parking lot kazoo
Chase my customer, the greed
leeches through in slo mo
Sometimes ya just don't know what to do.

Squad car 69 screws shooting through
throw up our hands legs spread
Cinder block hell just tryin
to make a living.
Prostitutes & screws nowhere up my Johnny!

Close call to swig the alcohol
bums lice we share it all.
Scabbies ain't very nice
but when you live by night of streets
They'll stab you if you twist 'em wrong

Gov't heroes if you met one
you met them all
with noose of ties, Brooks brother suits
tied up leather, the way they walk
will surely make eyebrows talk.

Societies rotting apples worm
swig in tequilla dream.
Somethings sup & it ain't
peaches & pears!
This life is a trip Johnny...get up!

Buffalo Soul

2010-07-25T07:01:00.000-07:00

Where the buffalo roam on these City Plains
I feel your awkward pain.
Invisible slaughter which we hurriedly walk past
like people on feeverish disconnected stilts,
while they lay there with prodding hand of guilt.

A buffalo roams through 9th Avenue. Hot sun
festival with belongings in a basket,
to carry world's weight
on your ragged boiled back.
The crowd opens up like sea for Moses
Miracle crowd makes way even though the
eye to eye is never contact complete.

Sometimes the wind howls
from tears of soul. We cannot give,
sorry! Too busy... maybe another day.
Sisters & brothers, black oily hair.
Image of free warrior. Chief Joseph
long braids half naked on horse
comes through mercy of you.

But you do not fit inside cavity ties that bind
& burst through cracks. Bulge leper foot to be seen.

Those feet that beat by you. Merciless rhythm
Ain't got a dime. We too trepid, quietly die like Joseph
walking with heavy of broken heart.
'cause we killed the buffalo. We killed the
Indians spirit & soul. "Savages," we casually said!

Invisible homeless, dignity cry
for our brothers & sisters, afterall.
It could be you. Ironic sigh
invisible shoe with your broken buffalo heart,
hurriedly step on by.

We slaughtered another one on modern
concrete Frontier Plains. Computer age era
wasteland of heartland on city streets.

Place & time we live
called humane
Planet Humane.
Now see eye to eye.

Brown Leaves

2010-07-13T06:24:00.000-07:00

The leaves are brown
hang heavy over garden ground
& you worm like toil
& till neighborhood soil
Weeding & plantingwith thought to complain
slowly I saunter up the hill
Peering over your gate
Am glorified by the progress
of your enchanted little kingdom
The neatness & sparsity
the order is not small
The shade you work with
ballerina on a box
"The convicts were suppose to help!"
You said they never showed
A heap of dirt awaits
your lonely hands to move
& create How that mound
would love to imitate
the art of your heart
and you trowel along
The heavens ain't singing
an easy song.

The Kids are Alright

2010-06-18T21:30:00.000-07:00

Nothing like a roudabout
With cell phone she walks my line
Pink on her back, quandrant to make

Green hat, skate board shake
This kid is singing before the rain
Three brothers zap poetic snap

This is better than Jean Moreau

All actors jump their cue
It's action I taste, to hell I shout
must catch electric moment

But biker man slows time
'cause he's on
& I follow his grind. As sure as sure can be
So many directions & roads,
like stiff or broken arrows
but you've got to believe
in sense, just sense
sense of it all.

Exposed

2010-06-17T07:03:00.000-07:00

Look at me! What do you see...?
An old woman who knows her floor
Soap bucket reflects bubbles of chores at her side.
That's only part of me!
The real M..E..
I'm holding in front of you
Not the shadow, You're always on that shadow
Wake up from your ghost stupor
It's the handlebars silly!
The bend of those shapely tubes
& tassels...I pulled those out
Gave me the willys, like a rat's whiskers
...too much bounce for my seat
No Joe, not a circus clown
Just a homely sort of soul
mother role
The wind sometimes blows through
those bars
...maybe your father grunting from his world
he should just go on to heaven or...
Well I'm in no hurry!
You wouldn't know it with the speed I take on the downhill fly
Like hell so easy to get there
But the uphill you tongue & bare it
His pompous 4 wheels, I just got two
I've done my share lying down
never complained, just took it
My proof is you
That neighbors nose, how it stares
Mrs. O'Dwyer she loves that tire..
her talk inflates it so
Anyway like I said before
Secret handlebars!
Those curves, beautiful curves
How I adore & love those things
Can't keep my hands off them!
Pride & lots of hidden Joy!

Knee bent

2010-06-16T05:07:00.000-07:00

Shadow wheel, hum I hear
Knee deep in delight,
that touch coagulate, follow light
free spent.
Beauty in form, savior of bent.

Some More

2010-06-12T06:26:00.000-07:00

Daughter at my side
56th & 7th to face red light, so I stand.
With walker and two flags
Patriotic hardships, Yankee doodle arrives
frozen moment towards me
spins his laugh, then speaks

"Just when you think you've seen it all,"
a pause, effectively he adds,
"...you see some more!"

A light of invisible laughter shot up through my skin.
Vicinity of useless commotion vanished
Now engaged
His compatriot across the street with metallic cane
is reference
Jostles hand out...obscene.
Passers whisk him by

At green light

we all push on...

Silver cane & walker meet
Two old friends
Me, observer
sight hand on hip
they know one another
Looks like coffee break

Now...

"... Just when you thought you saw it all...
you see some more!"

SNOW

2009-02-26T05:31:00.000-08:00

The snow falls
Dancing with wind
The cat wants in
Open
and
Fresh breezes clear my mind.